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Sun Conjunct Saturn @ 8 Years Old - 2000 Piece Puzzle, Day 1: Healing A Relationship
Catch up here - 2000 piece puzzle
Venus (relationships) is in Scorpio (healing) square Neptune (magic).
With his Sun, Moon and ascendant in Venus-ruled signs, my son gets introduced to this concept.
“Do you know what a metaphor is?” I asked my son as I turned pieces of our 2000 piece puzzle face up.
“Yep. I know metaphor, simile…”
“Yeah. Well that’s what this is puzzle is for you and I. After what’s got on around here, we have a big mess. We really have a mess just like this puzzle, there are pieces everywhere but we are not going to leave it that way.”
He was quiet.
“No, we’re going to get this thing together and you and I will get together in the process, it will be like magic,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Okay then you watch.”
Anyone else got something going on this theme?
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I’m so glad you brought up relationships! I was just thinking of you, Elsa!
This is not exactly on topic, but I had a question in my mind and wondered how you would answer it with all your Mars energy:
What is worse, to be frigid or infertile?
I’m pretty much of the same mindset right now, Elsa. My life (to include my kids) is so scattered right now that, if I think of it too much, I don’t see how we’re going to survive another month. Then the pieces move into place, and it’s all suddenly clear that not only will we survive, we’ll thrive.
I called my mother and apologized for my part in the conflict we had on Christmas Eve (even though she was sooooo intentionally baiting me, I didn’t have to swallow that bait). Mom gets to feel all self-righteous now, I’m quietly patting myself on the back for being “big” enough to let her “win,” I’m two hundred and fifty miles away from her as God intended, and everybody’s happy. I know I’ll never have a healthy relationship with her, and she’ll never be a great mom. But I can create the illusion within her that this is so. It feels strangely healing to give up the fight to have a different mother than the one who came with this life.
wow. that’s such an awesome metaphor.